Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.